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don’t want you to wait on us.” He managed to sit up, shoving
the quilt aside as he fought the confusion that seemed to have taken up
residence in his brain. What the hell was wrong with him? Too much blood drained from your brain to your dick , he decided.
    Haniel snaked an arm around his waist. “Calm down.”
    Jeremiel rubbed his face. He wanted to lie back down and go to
sleep. Why was he so reluctant to leave this place? It wasn’t like him. He
usually wanted to keep going. He dug his toes into the cool hardwood floor,
frowning uneasily. Haniel patted his hip absently.
    “It’s no problem,” Charmeine called back. “Listen, can I open the
door? I can barely hear you.”
    Haniel answered before Jeremiel could. “Yeah, come on in.”
    Jeremiel lunged for the quilt just as the door opened. He did not want her to see his morning wood. He glared at Haniel as she stepped inside.
    “Oh,” she said, as if the two of them in bed together told her
something. “Sorry.”
    Jeremiel had no idea what that something could be, but the look on
her face had him scrambling to explain.
    “It’s the first night we’ve been able to sleep in a bed in months,”
he said, scratching his stubble when the explanation didn’t seem to relax her.
    She stared at his hand. He slowly brought it down to his lap. Her
face was pink. God, she’s pretty, he thought.
    “Are you leaving for work now?” Haniel asked, shifting onto his
elbow.
    Jeremiel wanted to push him, tell him to be still, but that would
just make more of a spectacle of them in the bed. Because we aren’t already
a spectacle, hmm? he berated himself. Embarrassment is my middle name.
    “No, it’s only eleven. I’ll be leaving in a half-hour or so.” She
cocked her head at them. “Did you sleep okay?”
    “Yeah, I slept great,” Jeremiel hurried to answer. She rubbed at
her arms, clearly uncomfortable.
    “We’ll be down in a minute,” Haniel offered, sitting up.
    The quilt moved, pulling across Jeremiel’s cock. Charmeine’s eyes
flicked down, then up again, her skin going pinker.
    “Was there something you wanted?” he asked gently, when she didn’t
speak. Or leave.
    She shook herself. “Um, no. Sorry.” She backed out of the room. “I’m
going to have some breakfast. Come on down when you’re ready.”
    When the door shut behind her, Jeremiel turned on Haniel. “Are you
crazy?” He grabbed the quilt and dragged it off his friend. Haniel stared at
him, hair mussed. Dick hard and poking through his boxers.
    Jeremiel looked away, his face heating.
    “Sorry,” Haniel said, his voice low. “I, um, wasn’t thinking.”
    Jeremiel took a deep breath. “Maybe we should talk about this.”
    Haniel laughed shortly. “About what? The fact that ever since we
touched Charmeine I’ve been wanting to touch you, too? That I want her more
than I’ve ever wanted a female?”
    Jeremiel went hot, then cold, then hot all over. “Jesus, Haniel.”
He was not going to turn around and look at him while they had this
discussion.
    “Yeah, exactly.” The bed rustled.
    Next thing he knew, Haniel was sitting next to him. Leaning into him.
    “I could feel you, you know,” he said quietly. “It’s okay.”
    Jeremiel’s heart gave a sick thump. “Why didn’t you roll over?”
    “I liked it.” Haniel shrugged. “I don’t care if that makes me gay,
or whatever.”
    Jeremiel swallowed. “I like Charmeine.”
    “So do I,” Haniel replied immediately.
    “What are we supposed to do with that?” Jeremiel asked, clenching
his fists. His morning erection was finally gone, thank God for small favors.
    “I say we stay here for a little while. Rest up.” He took a deep
breath. “See what happens.”
    “See what happens,” Jeremiel echoed, confused as fuck. He laughed
quietly. “We’re really messed up.”
    Haniel bumped their shoulders together. “Yeah, well. So what if we
are?”
    Jeremiel didn’t respond. What could he say? It wasn’t like he was
going